When Ray and Marty, partners for twelve years, decide to get away from San Francisco for a week, they choose a small town across the bay. Only upon arriving at their hotel do they discover a cemetery next door. Ray is concerned at the proximity but Marty, who has experience with ghosts, assures him the residents are the quietest neighbors.<br><br>But when the two men get drunk and have sex in the cemetery one night, things change. Mishaps occur at the hotel: an elevator gets stuck, a fire alarm sounds in the middle of the night, a door refuses to open. Marty soon realizes someone in the cemetery was disturbed by their sexual antics and is punishing them.<br>How can they escape the ghost’s wrath? More importantly, how can Marty get the skeptical Ray to even admit it’s a ghost after them?

The Cemetery Next Door

“I just don’t like to walk on people.”


“I don’t think they mind. Besides, you’re walking on six feet of dirt.”


He took my hand as I sat beside him. “It’s almost welcoming. You’d think it would give off some awful vibe, but it’s just the opposite. Serene.”


“Like the clerk said, no noisy neighbors.”


Ray kissed my cheek. “This is fun.”


“And everything else. Getting away was such a good idea.”


“Why don’t we head into town,” I suggested. “I’m hungry. That coffee and roll are long gone.”


“We can find Sunny’s.” He pulled the map from his pocket. “Three blocks away and the gallery is right next door to it.”


I stood, but he remained seated, running his hands over the bench. “I want to come back here. Maybe at night.”


“At night? No way. Now let’s go.”


We soon found Sunny’s, where we feasted on cheese omelets, bacon, toast, and what seemed a gallon of orange juice.


“That’s better,” I said as I eased back in my chair, feeling like a fat cat.


Chapter 4